These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

The Quest for Home in Verse: Chapter #1, The Mist

"The Mist encloses who I am and who I want to be.
The clammy fur, the awful smell, the chilling to the bone.
"Oppressive darkness near to me, but still afar I see
the blue above my weary head, that once was fully known."

Quest mustered strength and stood him up, and studied 'round him there.
He sought to see, but little saw in the shadow of a "man."
What happened making life so black?, he wondered through his stare.
Oppression takes the goodness back by Evil's surly plan.

"'The morning' mayhaps means the blue. Of this, I can't be sure.
How can I yet get out of here? How can the light be known?"
He scrambled t'ward the right to leave to be the cloudy cure,
but misty hand the hope bereft in villain blackness grown.

On heels, he spun and to the left, he ran in sprinting gait
as monster black consumed escape to fain some blinded eyes.
In hopelessness it made him stew, unsettled in his wait.
"See here, you Mist, that's just not fair! You do not own me in any wise!"

"Now, go away and leave me be in the Name of God All-Strong.
He fights our enemies, you see, defending ones, who gaze
"upon His Face as needy souls, who make His Grace their song.
For even in a deep despair He draws up daily praise."

Without a doubt, the elements know, that God must be obeyed.
The sun came through and now again, he knew the place he stood.
'Twas Peaceful Valley. It's mem'ries sweet. With Dad, he once had played,
and Hide-n-Seek was great to build his confidence in the woods.

But more than that, assurance gave of deepest love from Dad.
They romped so hard, that when the weariness had worn them down,
they fell into each others' arms and slept for they were glad.
Oh, where is Dad? I wonder now, he thought and sat and frowned.

Quest made his plans to go back home when what to his dismay
should block his path but the awful mist, that ate the mountain's morn.
Abnormal was this fiendish mist, anomaly's display.
The big, black, ugly hole encroached the place, where he still mourned.

"How dare you come back here, again! I told you once to leave!
My Lord, this Doso Reimi's Word is stronger than you are!
"What right have you to live and grow and on this mount to cleave?
You must be gone! Now, from me leave! Remove from hence afar!"

But nothing, that he said availed to stop the mist this time.
It slowly made it's way to him, unheeding Truth, for now,
the clammy mist, so black as soot comprised of gritty slime.
A rebel to God's Holy Word, it just refused to bow.

by Jay O'Toole
on May 29th, 2019